I am awakened as Carrie is leaping up from bed in a mad rush to El Banyo. Turns out that drinking the tap water in Antofagasta wasn't as good of an idea as she thought, despite what Lonely Planet might have said (luckily I had abstained, fearing any sort of bowel related shenanigans). I then baby her for an hour or so before it becomes painfully obvious that she is not going to be able to handle the 5 hour car ride to Valpariso. Luckily for all involved, we had won the coin flip the night before to see which couple got the private bath. Betsy and Rich left for lunch while I read and nursed Carrie, and then Betsy and I switched roles while Rich and I went and body surfed in the ocean. What an amazing beach, it seemed to go on forever, and it reminded us very much of Florida. Here{s a shot of the beach.
I arrive back to our bedroom to have Carrie tell me that she has never felt this bad in her life. Cold sweets, feverish, and all of the other bad things you associate with the worst kind of being sick. I comfort her as much as I can, but sleeping with her eye shades and earplugs is all that she seems to be up for.
Betsy and Rich went grocery shopping and Betsy whipped up a fantastic veggie soup for everyone. Carrie eats a little, and then she and flip on the TV to see the opening scene of Empires Strikes Back, and even better its in English. We watch the whole thing and by the time its over Carrie is resting somewhat more easily. The early 80s version of Harrison Ford always has that affect on her...
From Carrie's point of view:
La Serena is the worst town I've ever been in. Maybe my opinion is tainted fromt he fact that I can really say that I've never been so sick in my entire life. I can't count the number of times that I rushed from the bed to the bathroom that day. I will spare you most of the details, but it would be sufficient to say that my body secreted anything it didn't need to keep me alive through any means possible, often secreting from different places at the same time. BAD BAD BAD. I was hardly aware that arrangements were made to kee p our hotel another night and that the rest of the crew (Betsy, Rich, and Dave) were taking turns exploring the town and enjoying the beach. I must say that Dave did take care of me very well and he did things that no husband should EVER have to do, let alone have to do it on his honeymoon. And I'm not just talking about holding my hair. To make matters even worse, one of the times I was rushing to the toilet, I flipped the toilet lid up and as I went in for the kill, the lid bounced back down and made harsh contact with my left eye. I burst into tears and started bawling which is hard to do while you're puking. As I've said, worst day of my life. I'm writing this nearly a week after the fact and I still have a nice black eye to remind me each day of the horrors of La Serena. I left La Serena pale as a snow with a black eye and about 10 pounds lighter.
2 comments:
Oh holy hell, you guys. That sounds awful. Sorry, Carrie. Yoinks.
~matt
Well...honeymoons are made for stories, and you're going to have a lot of them at the end of the three months. Hopefully only one like that, though.
Great blog. Dinner in that buckyball dome seems about as surreal as it gets.
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